Part 19 (1/2)

”What do you advise, then?” asked the clergyman.

”Keep her here, and work upon her fears. Then show her that it is her interest to tell us what we want to know,” answered cousin Giles; ”force will not do. I doubt if even the judges of the Inquisition would get much out of her.”

The whole day pa.s.sed by and no clue as to what had become of Digby was obtained. Even John Pratt was knocked up, and was obliged to go to bed to recover strength, that he might continue the search.

When it was known that Dame Marlow was had up to the Hall, two men came in and stated that they had heard her threaten both the Squire and his heir with her vengeance, though they supposed that she intended to carry it out by means of her incantations. Their evidence, however, was sufficient to enable the Squire to detain her at the Hall. A bed was made up for her in a little room where people, who came to speak to him on magisterial business, were put till their turn arrived to see him.

She much wanted to be left alone.

”No, no, old lady,” answered the constable, laughing; ”you'd be flying up the chimney, or burning the house down, or playing some prank or other. That would never do.”

Arthur Haviland felt very sorry. He was very anxious to be doing something, but did not know what to do. Kate very naturally took him into her confidence.

”Oh, I wish that I was a boy,” she exclaimed. ”I would roam the country round till I found Digby, or cross the seas, and search for him through every land, if I thought he had been carried there. But they will not let me go. Mamma says I must not, and Miss Apsley made me promise to obey, and so I must submit; but it is very cruel.”

”Fortunately I am a boy, and I will go,” cried Arthur, enthusiastically.

”He saved my life, and I am sure that my father would not disapprove of my going.”

”Thank you, Arthur, thank you,” she answered. ”I am sure that he is alive. I should have felt very differently had he been dead. I could not have borne that thought. You will find him; I feel that you must find him, remember that. Poor mamma and my sisters think that he has been killed by those dreadful men who attacked papa.”

This sad event made Arthur at once feel himself at home, and one of the family. He was prompt in all he did. He went at once to Mr Woodc.o.c.k, and asked him to obtain a man to accompany him, saying that he would set off the next morning at daybreak, and prosecute his inquiries through the neighbouring districts.

”Perhaps I may find out something which has escaped the notice of the people here,” he remarked.

”I like your zeal and spirit, and will gladly aid your plan,” answered cousin Giles.

Arthur was ready at the hour he had arranged; and he found a lad of about eighteen prepared to be his companion. Adam Hodder seemed a very intelligent fellow; and Arthur felt that he would rather have him than an older person.

Both Arthur and his companion were warmly clad and well prepared to brave the cold. Arthur had put on his roughest clothing, but still he looked the gentleman. They carried some provisions in a bag that they might not have to go out of their way to obtain them: but they had taken a good breakfast in the dark, that no time might be lost of the short day of that season. The air smelt pure and fresh as they stepped out in the grey light of the early dawn; and as they walked on briskly Arthur found his spirits rising, and he felt sure that he should again see his friend.

”Well, Adam Hodder, what do you think can have become of Master Heathcote?” he asked.

”That's more than I can say, sir,” answered Adam. ”But I don't think with some of the people about here, that old Dame Marlow has spirited him away. It's more than likely that some of her people may have got hold of him, and will either carry him away out of the country, or make the Squire pay pretty largely before they give him back.”

This was a new idea to Arthur, and it served to help him in his inquiries. He told Adam also to make his own observations, and to gain certain information at every cottage they visited. He learned that some men in the dress of seamen had been seen in the parish. They had not spoken to any one, and no one knew where they were going. Then, again, these were the men probably who had attacked the Squire, and they might possibly have had nothing to do with Digby's disappearance. Still, from their being dressed as seamen, Arthur resolved to prosecute his inquiries towards the coast. He accordingly sent a messenger back to the Hall to say what he had heard, and what he proposed doing. He hoped to get as far as...o...b..rton that night. He had gone some way when he heard some horses' hoofs clattering along the hard road. He looked round, and, as the riders approached, he saw that it was John Pratt and another man.

”I've come after you, sir, to tell you that we've got hold of some information that may lead us on the right scent,” said John, jumping from his horse. ”I am to go along with you, sir. If you like to ride there's a horse, if not, I'll send him back.”

”I infinitely prefer walking such weather as this,” answered Arthur.

”Send the horse back, and now tell me the news.”

”Why, sir, first, Mr Woodc.o.c.k sent off to London for what they call a detective, a sort of ferrety-like fellow, who pokes his head in everywhere, and finds out everything. When Dame Marlow heard of it she was in a great taking, and asked what reward she would have if she tried to find out where the young Squire is?

”'I'll tell ye what, Dame,' says Mr Woodc.o.c.k to her, 'if he isn't soon found, you'll have very much the contrary to a reward, let me tell you.

When the detective comes down, you'll find that tricks like these can't be played, and you go unpunished. However, I'll tell you what, Dame, we don't want to be hard upon you, and if you help in any way to find the young master, depend on it the Squire will be liberal to you, and you'll be a richer woman than you have been for many a day.'

”She made no answer, but sat smoking a pipe they had given her over the fire, for a long time; she smoked and smoked away. At last, says she, 'I want to speak to that strange gentleman. He can see better with half an eye than all you people can with two; and I have a respect for him.'

”When Mr Woodc.o.c.k went to her, says she--

”'I may put you in the way of finding the young Squire, but send at once; there's no time to be lost. Look out an honest man, if you can find such. It won't do to be sending a beak, remember that. Send a lad with him; he may want somebody to help him.'